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Building a City of Grace: 3 Haiku

From the moment we settled on the theme for the 4 Corners Festival 2020 in my office back in March last year I have been excited by its potential: “Building a City of Grace” is something that I have been personally committed to for years, and long to see as a core commitment within the church and civic society. In the current fractious context locally, nationally and globally, this commitment is even more important.

The festival is now in its 4th day, and having been south, east, and north, tonight we are looking forward to a fabulous evening in the west of the city at St Mary's Christian Brothers' Grammar School,  on the Glen Road, with poet/playwright Damian Gorman in conversation with Jude Hill, with music by singer/songwriter (and as such no mean poet himself) Anthony Toner.

Later in the festival we will be publishing an anthology of poems from Damian, John Hewitt,
Robert ‘Beano’ Niblock (one of the contributors to our “Grace Beneath the Cranes event in the east of the city on Saturday night), as well as some of the pupils who were at our first event at the UU on Friday, and a few from some of the directors/organisers of the festival including myself. I feel quite pleased to have one of my poems appearing between the same covers as pieces by Damian and John Hewitt… although it may not fare well in the comparison.

I’m on a haiku kick at the moment. There is a danger of reducing this highly precise Japanese poetic artform to something little better than a juvenile Limerick, while purists will argue that haiku must have their roots in nature. I have tended to follow the last rule, but there are times when I am as frustrated by that stricture as the tendency within society, and indeed faith, to see the city as a “necessary evil.” As a result I have been using haiku as a way of trying to distil my spiralling thoughts into something more focused and in the moment. In the midst of the festival that’s important to me, if I am to play a part in it (playing catch-up as I was not involved in a lot of the programme planning due to my sabbatical) whilst doing my day-job and not having a nervous breakdown.

To that end I offer the following 3 haiku inspired by the festival so far, and the contexts that produced them:

A city of grace:
Take time to imagine it
And tell its story

In some ways this is a distillation of my earlier blog post inspired by Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg (just when you thought you had heard the last of me recycling her ideas…) and Damian Gorman’s poem “If I Was Us, I Wouldn’t Start From Here”.

That idea then fed into the second one which was prompted by a comment by the architect Arthur Parke at the UU event, sitting in the Cathedral Quarter, a place where there is currently an ideological battle going on regarding the built environment. How can we create spaces that are conducive to creativity and relationship rather than just commerce and economic productivity? How can we respect the past without being shackled to it? How should we shape the spaces that will in turn shape future generations?

Build a space for grace -
A place for new perspectives
Facing the future

And finally, from last night and the “Grace Moments” event, with Bishop Alan Abernethy and Brendan McAllister…

A grace period -
Pause to consider whether
There's a better way

Selah

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